Daydreams.

19082008

My bare feet dangled, toes barely brushing the ground.I spun round in the swing hanging in the open barn, twisting the chains tightly till they strained to be free.I stopped fighting and was flung in tiny circles, smiling to myself.A chuckle came from the doorway.Looking up, I saw him leaning there against the frame, a lopsided toothy grin plastered across his face.A breeze ruffled his hair and mine, as I smiled shyly back; the blood rushing to cheeks was my cue to look down again.He eyed me curiously.An awkward silence passed

.I nervously chewed my lip and glanced up.

“Hi,” I managed timidly, gripping tightly to the swing chains.

“Hello.”He sounded smug the way he said it.But his voice wasn’t quite right.It is never right in my head.